Why lie

We love to spread lies 
On purpose or at leisure,
It gives us secret pleasure
To see in others" eyes 
The triumph of surprise 
Or reverence, or fear,
Or a pathetic tear.
To make men raise the brows -
One of the greatest powers!
As any drug the same is lie:
It makes a low man feel high; 
The same addiction it implies,
The same inseparable ties
Have people hanging on a string.
And see, how the puppets spring!

Consumed with a false conception,
Suppressing all aversion
The fooled are never to confess 
Their foolishness aloud,
Not even to themselves,
Because they are too proud.
Ignoring any guess or doubt
They shall continue none the less 
To cover up the fraud  
And beg to be beguiled still more
Until they come to death"s door.